Page 11 of Brood (After the End #5)

He leans forward until his face is hovering near mine. “I’m telling you now.” He angles his head so he can press a kiss on the right side of my jaw. Then lower on my throat. Then even lower on my nipple.

“Oh!” I arch up at the jolt of sensation.

He lifts his head to check my face. “You like that?”

“It’s even better than when I touch them myself.”

He’s smiling for real when he ducks his head again and closes his lips around that same nipple, sucking this time instead of kissing.

I make the most ridiculous whining sound and grab for his head to hold him in place. “Will.”

He mumbles as he teases the nipple with his tongue. It goes on for a while before he kisses his way over to my other breast.

By now, I’m squirming. I can’t keep quiet. My pussy is aching, and he hasn’t even touched it yet. “Will,” I say on a sharp intake of breath. “Can you touch me?”

“I am touching you.” His mouth is still working on my breast, and he’s holding my bottom with one hand.

“I mean—” My fingers are tangled in his hair, tugging on it in my urgency. “Can you get the lube?”

He shifts his hand to feel my pussy, smiling over my nipple. “I don’t think I’ll need it.”

“Wh—” I lift my head to look down my body, but all I see is his thick tousled hair. The glint of silver threaded through it. My fingers clenched around fistfuls of it.

He slides two fingers inside me. They push in easily and make a raw, wet sound.

He’s right. We definitely don’t need the lubricant.

I moan with relief as he pumps his fingers and applies suction to my nipple again. I can’t keep my head still, and my hair gets everywhere as I toss and arch. The rising sensations threaten to tear me apart until the tension finally releases. My pussy squeezes around his fingers.

I’m too loud. Part of my mind recognizes it, but that somehow excites me even more. I can’t see what’s happening between my legs since Will’s body is sprawled over mine, but it feels very wet down there.

Gasping, I finally unclench my hands in his hair. “Sorry if I…was pulling on it.”

He huffs with amusement, letting my nipple slip from between his lips and lifting his head to meet my gaze. “You won’t hear me complaining. Are you feeling good now?”

“I’m feeling very good. But aren’t you going to fuck me?”

“I’m definitely going to fuck you. Right now, if you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.” I raise my head and shoulders, starting to turn over onto my stomach, but his body gets in my way.

He has shifted higher so his face is even with mine, and his erection presses against my lower belly. “We can do it this way.”

My mouth makes the shape of an O, but no sound comes out. I’m still breathless from my orgasm, but a new tension is already building inside me.

He’s only a few inches taller than I am, but his frame is a lot larger. He feels bigger than normal above me like this, gazing down at my face with a hungry expression I’m not used to seeing this close.

I’ve caught a glimpse of it before when I glanced over my shoulder as he fucked me. This is different.

Intense.

“Part your legs more,” he murmurs, shifting more weight on his knees as he takes his erection in one hand. When I do as he says, he holds himself up on one arm and aligns himself at my entrance.

I exhale slowly as he edges in, bending my knees even higher.

“That’s good.” His muscles are tense, and a wave of hair is falling over his damp forehead. “Soften up for me. Let me in.”

I need something to stabilize me, so I hook my hands around the back of his neck. Now that he’s in my vagina, he’s adjusting his position again, bringing his upper body closer to mine.

“Good. Now see if you can wrap your legs around me.”

I’ve got them splayed wide, but it’s not hard to lift them and twine them around his middle. He reaches around to help me get them higher on his back, and both of us groan at the shift in penetration.

He’s deeper now. Big and deep and tight and all over me. I’m holding him with my arms and my legs, and his face is so close. I can see him, but that means he can also see me.

It’s unnerving. Vulnerable.

He begins pumping his hips, making tight little thrusts. After a minute, I’m able to match his rhythm, rocking up and squeezing my legs on every inward stroke.

The stimulation isn’t the same as when he’s really going at it from behind, but it’s intense in a different way. Emotional as much as physical. I grunt softly as his thrusts shake my body and the bed.

He’s grunting too. Louder and gruffer than me.

“Will!” I gasp, digging my fingernails into the back of his neck as my body, the room, the entire world, tightens down to my rising need. “Go faster. Harder.”

With a rough sound, his body responds to my demand. He straightens his arms for more leverage and really fucks me hard, his hips rutting.

I cry out as my climax breaks, and he comes right after me, jerking his hips through a few final pushes as he lets out a muffled bellow.

I whimper in pleasure as I feel the spurts of his release filling my pussy. I squeeze my legs around him possessively.

His arms buckle, and the weight of his upper body rests on me. He tucks his face into the crook of my neck.

I unwind my legs as my body relaxes. I’m petting him instead of gripping him now. My hands stroke his shoulders. His back. Then lower to the firm muscles of his buttocks.

He moans long and hoarse. A carnal, sated sound.

For some reason, I love playing with his butt, caressing the cheeks, sliding my fingers along the crack, squeezing the tight flesh.

After a few minutes, he raises his head to give me a curious look.

I giggle. “Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I don’t know. Maybe not everyone wants their bottom touched.”

He lets out a sharp burst of sound. Then his whole body shudders with dry laughter. I’ve never heard or seen him laugh like that before.

“Are you laughing at me?” I ask after a minute, more pleased than defensive.

“Of course not. I’m just laughing. But, Cadence, you don’t have to apologize. You can touch me anywhere you want.”